Josiah Cranshaw's storied life did not include

Josiah Cranshaw's storied life did not include him withering. So now he had some things to say before he started blithering:

if I can get me some pune b'fore I die, then I'll die a happy man, an' I ain't fussy. Li'll missy. When I was a little weed, who could just stand on two legs, I had that wanderin'

spirit. Now, I ain't got no legs and I can't do no wanderin'. An' my Li'l Missy--she done left me for another man. He got a good pair o' legs. An' I don't think I'll ever find love

pills like the love pills good ole granddaddy used to imbibe." The crowd broke into wild applause as I set my mandolin into the case. I took a tearful bow and blew a kiss to the

image of myself on the poster hanging in the concert room. God I was talented. The crowd cheered even more. I kissed my hands and pressed it to my heart.

My hands separated from my wrists, derailing the snow. It began quite invisibly and they grew in size until they could hold a well of sacred water. They were gorillas' hands,

and they floated to the heavens. A pure rain fell that day, washing away everyone's worries. This was because of me; I did this. But now what is up there is no longer mine.

No! Donuts are for the weak! I will not become a slave to the global pastry industry! The rain continued to fall as I stumbled away from the sign, still unsure of my own past.

A past that I suddenly forgot! I was there on all fours in the rain and the mud looking back at a sign that promised Donuts. My guess is that whomever I am, I must like donuts.